With the velvety breeze the tinkling of chimes With the sunshine inviting on my face With the first grackle sighting of the year With the fresh scent of earth decaying leaves, wet soil With the cardinal calling I could almost believe Spring

With the velvety breeze the tinkling of chimes With the sunshine inviting on my face With the first grackle sighting of the year With the fresh scent of earth decaying leaves, wet soil With the cardinal calling I could almost believe Spring
The textual quality of your poem is excellently crafted. The work appeals to the senses.
Thank you so much, Christopher. 🙂
I can imagine lying out in the morning on a chaise lounge.
Ah, future late spring. 🙂
Your piece had amazing visual imageries !